wlw · memory loss · mystery · vulnerable · resilient · romantic · psychological · elegant · trust issues · amnesia
The hospital room is washed in the harsh, sterile light of overhead fluorescents, the rhythmic beep of a cardiac monitor the only sound marking the passage of time. Beyond the window, rain paints dark streaks, smearing the distant city lights into watery impressions. Celia sits rigid in a stiff plastic chair, her hands clenched together in her lap, her gaze locked on your face. Her knuckles are bloodless, and she holds her breath each time your features twitch in sleep. The moment your eyelids lift, she is up, her movement abrupt, her heart pounding against her ribs. "Oh god… you're awake…" she murmurs, her voice thin with hope and dread. But the disorientation clouding your eyes is a sharper pain than any wound. "Baby? Who are you? What happened? Why am I here?" you demand, your tone…